Sunday 30 September 2007

Sally 2

The show wasn’t as bad as some I’ve seen. It was on the crappy side, though. It was about five hundred thousand years in the life of this one old couple. They were all just a bunch of actors. At the end of the first act we went out with all the other jerks for a cigarette. You never seen so many phoneys in all your life. Some dopey movie actor was standing near us, having a cigarette. I sort of hated old Sally by the time we got back in the cab, after listening to that phoney Andover bastard for about ten hours. We went ice skating. They gave Sally this little blue butt-twicher of a dress. She really did look damn good in it. I have to admit it. She kept walking ahead of me, so that I’d see how cute her little ass looked. It did look cute, too. I have to admit it. She’s probably the only reason why I am in New York.

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